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Temi’s wedding came with bliss and the heart to party. It was on fleek and I had not fallen behind in anything. She was a happy bride ready to be taken away by her prince charming. The wedding was an array of colours, music, food, the best of the best dressed in exquisite styles and designs. No one wanted to be left behind. It was a typical Yoruba wedding, extravagant and joyous. My feet had hurt from dancing. When you have your close friend getting married, you will be on cloud nine with her. My gift was a painting I made with anything I could add to it. The painting was from my heart. I had portrayed her into it. The lively young woman with dreams yet she has her own pain and sorrows. The vibrant woman who has both her dark side and bright side. Raihana was happier than the bride. She h
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